#Hoping Stalkers are just normal in Gotham

[sanguineterrain]

Sanne on the topic of femjay... do u think she'd like giving gifts? I feel like she's the type to shower u in gifts and act like it's nbd she didn't even think about it when she got it for u (she is lying)

ok anon I'm pretty sure this isn't what you meant buuut it's kinda related? anyway i was inspired so please enjoy awkward arkham knight femjay who doesn't know how to interact with her old best friend/girlfriend when she returns from the dead so she starts leaving gifts instead. i ❤️ my weirdo wife

ak!female!jason todd x fem!reader.

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Someone has been leaving you presents.

Normally, you'd be freaked out. Probably, you should be freaked out anyway. How someone knows your exact dress size and what chocolate you like and your favorite flowers and your birthstone... well, it would scare anyone.

But. But the thing is. Every gift and every placement of the gift feels very familiar. It feels like the habit of an old love. Because she used to do the same. Pretty rocks or flowers found on patrol. A t-shirt for the band you liked. A kiss.

It feels like training, like muscle memory: here is how to break in without breaking anything. Here is how to leave a scene undisturbed. Lessons that a friend shared with you.

A friend you loved. A friend you mourned.

The dresses are beautiful and certainly not cheap. But they have a familiarity to their design. They're extravagant, fairytale dresses that you dreamt of wearing when you were young. Dresses you have no reason to wear now.

They aren't revealing or risqué either, and that comforts you too, even though it probably shouldn't. Bruce would be upset at your lack of self-preservation.

This is you living in the past. This is hoping for the impossible.

The jewelry is also beautiful and nothing you could wear to work or to a grocery trip. It's all necklaces and bracelets heavy with diamonds or emeralds or sapphires. But there's a single ruby ring you've received, and it's plainer than everything else. You wear that regularly, even though that definitely encourages your admiring stalker.

The gift-giving is random but they never go more than two weeks without a visit. And there's no note, no demand, nothing. It's like you have an invisible pet raven who likes bringing you trinkets that cost more than your rent.

After the seventh gift, you plan a trap. You want to face this admirer, show that you're not afraid. Well, you're a little afraid. Mostly, it's fear at the fact that you haven't called the police or Batman, even though you and Batman haven't been simpatico for a long time.

No, something stops you. The hand that leaves your gifts is a hand you know. You're certain of it.

You set up a camera behind your shuttered closet, then leave for the day.

You return to the camera gone and a beautiful gold carved statue of a dove. And a note.

Not yet.

Well, fine. You can wait. You're mad because that camera wasn't cheap, but you can wait.

Weeks pass. Gifts arrive. You make a batch of cookies as a thank you on one occasion. Three cookies are missing when you come home. You smile.

Then the night comes.

You don't know how you know it's the night you'll meet them. You just have a feeling. You've written them notes, certain they've been received. No notes have arrived for you besides the one from all those weeks ago.

You put on one of the dresses, a delicate, frilly blue creation that shows your shoulders and neck. You finish it with the sapphire necklace, one of the first gifts you received.

She slips in through your window and freezes when she sees you, even though you know she timed it so you'd be home when she came.

"Hi," you say.

She doesn't speak. She approaches you slowly, carefully. She's very tall, very muscular. Her face is covered with an intricate helmet and she wears similar armor on her body. A new hero in Gotham? Or a villain?

"Do I know you?" you ask.

She shakes her head. You study her for a moment. Glowing eyes stare back. You can't tell if she's lying. It seems like she means it: you don't know her.

"But you know me?"

Your admirer hesitates. Then she nods.

You close the distance until you're a foot apart. Her breathing remains steady but her fingers are restless.

"I like the gifts," you say. "Though I'm confused why you're giving them to me."

Her fingers still. She says nothing.

"A friend used to give me gifts too," you say quietly.

You're both startled. Why did you say that? You don't know.

"You don't want to hurt me," you say.

She shakes her head fiercely.

Suddenly, you want her to touch you. You lift your head and expose your neck. You can tell she's tracking the movement. It sends a thrill down your spine. Maybe something's wrong with both of you.

"Do you like your necklace on me?" you ask.

Touch it. Touch me. Prove you aren't a ghost.

You hear her swallow and inhale shakily. She reaches for you and lightly touches the gold chain around your neck with one gloved finger. You close your eyes. A name falls from your lips. God, you miss her.

The window creaks. You open your eyes. She is gone.

[adrien-in-gotham]

That’s..Something.

I am very concerned.

[jamiethebeeart]

“But it’s not gay if he’s dead.” Danny’s head whipped around to stare down the street at two guys walking on the other side. He thought he was free of hearing that phrase ever again. Heart thudding in his ears, he crossed the street to tail these two guys. There was no way? Right? I mean Danny was something like 1,000 miles away from his hometown. There was no way two random guys in the big city of Gotham would’ve ever heard of –

“I don’t know man, it’s never been confirmed whether or not the “big guy” was actually… ya know?”

Danny seethed in frustration at the vague conversation. He stepped around a group of kids as he barely made the end of the crosswalk countdown.

“Nah, Red makes too many uncomfortable jokes about death to not have died.”

Danny sped up, weaving in between people to catch up before he lost the conversation in the din.

“It’s Gotham, we all make jokes about death.”

“Ya, but not like him. He seems to revel in them, like he actually kicked the bucket, permanent-like, not like those people who – I don’t know – cardiac arrest and are technically dead for a couple minutes until the EMTs get to them or whatever.”

A car puttered down the road – releasing a huge plume of exhaust in between Danny and the guys. Danny sighed, fully intending to return to his original path with the reassurance that they weren’t talking about Phantom. Then the next damned sentence came out of one of their mouths.

“Ok sure let’s say you’re right. Is it necrophilia if his body started decaying before coming back?”

‘Fuck it’ Danny thought as he turned back around. He had to see how this conversation ended – definitely not because the answer to that question kept him up night. Absolutely not. Call him a cat because he was just curious and not all at invested in the answer.

“Oh! Dude, shut the fuck up! Why would you – that’s disgusting! Are you kidding me!”

“Answer the question Mr. It’s Not Gay if He’s Dead – necrophiliac: yes or no?”

“No? Have you seen Red’s body? No way a dead guy could have muscles like that – I mean you gotta have working bodily functions right? To build muscles or whatever the fuck? Like have you seen his abs? Or, shit, just his arms - I mean swoon worthy, what I wouldn’t give to have him hold -”

“…….”

“- me…. What are ya looking at me like that for?”

“When, exactly, have you seen his abs.”

“Aaaah - that’s not the point –“

“Sure as hell hope that’s the point.” Red Hood stepped out of an alleyway they were walking past. Even with a helmet on, Danny swore the guy stared straight at him. He was so fucked getting caught listening in to this conversation – could he play it cool? Danny was cool right? Yeah, he could totally pull this off, act totally normal and keep walking. Hunching his shoulders some and turning his body away from the three men, he walked past. Or tried to. Red Hood caught the back of his shirt, stopping him from getting away. Unless Danny was willing to expose his powers to get out this situation, the best he could do was play dumb and hope Hood let him go without too much hassle.

“Boss!”

“Hey Boss – you didn’t happen to only hear the second half of that, did you?”

Red Hood growled, “the part about necrophilia or the part about my abs?”

Danny twisted his head back to see Goon #1 turn pale. “Uuuh – uh- um,” met Red Hood’s question.

A choreographed roll of the eyes, “Better question, why are you talking shit out on the streets and not paying attention to your little stalker,” Hood gestured to Danny.

“I’m not a stalker!” Danny huffed. His eyes widened. All three guys looked over at him. ‘SHIT’ Danny thought. He did not want to catch anyone’s attention more than he had, much less all three.

Goon No. 2 looked at him, as he resumed his squirming in Red Hood’s grasp, “So who are you?”

Danny glanced up to see Red Hood staring down at him. Today just wasn’t his day. “Hood,” Danny blurted out.

Silence. The tips of Danny’s ears turned bright red

“Uhm, I mean, a tourist?” “In Crime Alley, kid?”

"I'm not a kid," Danny muttered.

Hood shook Danny’s shirt hard enough to also shake Danny himself. “Try again. I’ve seen you around often enough to know that’s a lie.”

“It’s true!” Danny lied. “I was visiting the city, my wallet got pickpocketed with most of my money, so now I’m… kind of…. Stuck here? Indefinitely?”

Goon No. 1 laughed at him, “do ya think we’re dumb? You have a cellie right? No way you’re ‘stuck here’.”

“Exactly, so who do you work for? Penguin?” A jab towards Danny’s face. “Riddler?” Another jab and a step towards Danny. “Is it Two Face?” Another, even closer jab. Danny went cross-eyed looking at the finger in front of his nose.

“Back off,” Hood said. Danny breathed a sigh of relief at being given some space. And then the next words came out of Red Hood’s mouth, “Get lost you two – and stop gossiping on the street. And you-“ Hood turned back to Danny, “ – you’re coming with me.” Danny gulped. Today was going down as another shit day in the books for sure.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Just a concept, Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Batman X Gn!reader X Platonic!Batfam, also wrote a one shot about this

Synopsis: Batman becomes obsessed with a spouse and kids that he never had.

Pairing: Yandere!Dimensional traveler!Batman X Reader; Batman X Reader; Platonic Batfam X Batparent!Reader; Yandere!Batman X Platonic!Batfam; Batman X Platonic!Batfam

Tw: English is not my first language; mentions of Alfred being dead; I'm quite new on the fandom so there might be some mistakes about facts of the original comics, but this is a fanfic so whatever; this piece is more focused on Bruce and the batfam while still mentioning reader; stalker and delusional Bruce.

Word count: 1,4k

Requested? No.

General masterlist

Yandere!Batman who is very VERY, extremely, lonely, touch starved and grim. He’s also very unlucky apparently.

He never even met Dick. Sure, he heard about what happened to The Flying Graysons, investigated it even, but he's only seem him on pictures, videos or in passing, but he wasn’t there that night, he never talked to him, or maybe he did while stopping him from killing Zuko, either way, never adopted him, our boy went straight to orphanage and was adopted shortly after by a normal and loving family.

Actually this universe’s Bruce never met nor connected with ANY of his children, all he had was Alfred, and yet… Something happened and…

Safe to say it's been long, never ending harsh years.

The only thing this Bruce knows is pain, loneliness and misery. Don’t talk to him about Alfred. Maybe he can't even look at pictures. When he realized he couldn’t remember his voice anymore… He WON’T watch videos or listen to audio of him. Yes, Alfred being gone was one more trauma to the list of traumas he will carry on his tense and burdened shoulders for the rest of his helpless existence.

This Bruce is a loser, closer to madness than any version of Bruce (aside from Batman who laughs). His Gotham is nearing it’s doom. He didn't join the Justice League because of his level of emotional masochism, pride and lack of will to get back on his feet. He is so used to suffering he thinks it's possible to die if he doesn't have such bitter companion. Safe to say, he is depressed. And hyperfocused on saving a city he’s been working in for decades, too blind by his grieving to see that he is not doing the right things. There is no social projects on Wayne Enterprises or Wayne Foundation to help people, he neglected the company decades ago. He is almost becoming Michael Keaton’s Batman in The Flash.

Somehow, one day he is sent to another universe. It can be through some disaster like Crisis in Infinite Earths, or some villain who wanted different variants of heros to fight amongst themselves to death, doesn't really matter here, what’s important is that he (after years of being a hermit on his cave) interacts with people, more specifically, he interacts with himself.

Or definitely a lucky version of himself. Maybe the luckiest. He is jealous.

During the whole event they interact and imagine how he felt when he found out that this other Batman has an Alfred. And he is so successful that he is a billionaire who uses his money to help Gotham get better (or as good as we know Gotham can get). Oh, and he has a spouse. And children. Plural. So many he lost count. And pets. Two dogs, one cat, a cow (?), a turkey (a what now?) and a fREAKING DRAGON BAT (WHAT THA FUCK IS EVEN THAT????!?!?????!).

He is also more put together (looks like he showers and doesn't skip meals). And less temperamental.

Okay…

Bruce is confused. When he comes back to his universe, with a spark of hope in his heart, he does his research. He could start actually making effort on his company and thus helping Gotham, maybe even be good enough as a vigilant that he could join the Justice League and make some friends (even if the other Bruce was just as stoic, he was the only one who could see on his micro expressions while talking about them how fond he was of his colleagues, and how much he thrusts them, even with his trust issues).

He could find those damn kids and adopt them. Find the one who somehow managed to make him open up enough for a relationship.

(He could also just work on his company, philanthropism, do some therapy, make some new organic connections or whatever).

He is VERY disappointed to find out that some of those so called kids and are already adults, have lived their whole lives without him, maybe some have been arrested or even dead, they have their whole lives and families that have NOTHING to do with him. Some don't even exist (the only explanation for not a single clue in months of research). And his partner, Reader, is either living their own life that doesn't allow space for him or also dead. He lost his timing. He is old and lost his timing. He is alone. He shouldn't have hoped so much that he got blind by the improbability of the small chance. The other Batman did mention that his family started growing decades ago.

He just lost another family. This one he never got to have. He wishes he never knew about them.

He hyperfocused on them for months for nothing (hey, It was hard to find info on the ones that don't live a very civilian legal life, like Cassandra, or the ones that never even existed, like Damian, or the ones that are dead — again maybe Cassandra, or perhaps Jason. Maybe Jason joined a gang just for survival or something like that, life on the streets is harsh, and he is not very lucky. And I’m not even being specific on what could have happened to every single one of the batfam. Also Tim is probably a CEO right now). No connection and family will come from all of that. Especially because he is greedy, starved, he doesn't want bits and pieces, he wants it ALL. He wants that other Bruce's life.

Yandere!Batman is born. He drowns and gets drunk on the pit of his own madness and he can’t get out of it. Doesn't want to.

He could… He could get rid of the people on their lives, brainwash them and make them a happy family. They aren’t vigilantes, they don't have his abilities, they don't have his intellect, it won't be hard.

Of course, Batman doesn't kill, but this Batman is looking for a change.

But they aren't what lucky-billionaire-put-together Bruce had.

Don't get me wrong. He is not just petty and jealous, nor resents Bruce for his privileges and better decisions, or whatever.

Okay, maybe a little. Why? Just why ones life was perfect (hello? Didn't you hear the part where he told you his own problems? Not even about the DEAD RESURRECTED CRIME LORD SON?) while the others had to draw the short stick?

But majorly he is just desperate, foaming at the mouth for a happy ending, and projected all of that on that poor random bat.

Now, enough brooding, back to solutions.

He could clone them.

Could work. Not exactly easy but he could just hack onto Luthor archives until he found how he cloned Superman and made that Superboy, Superman, or whatever he goes by now.

Again, not the same as the original ones. The ones he craves. The ones he wants.

Alfred is screaming in his grave about how Bruce, please, needs to realize that no one will fill the expectations he puts on them, not even the “original ones”.

Another hard, but better fitted solution is to… Simply… Find a way to go to that other universe, or one similar enough, stalk and study their whole lives until he can perfectly replicate “lucky” Bruce’s persona, and just… Get rid of him and take his place. Hello Alfred, hello honey, hello kids, daddy’s home.

Looks like he finally got luck on his side, maybe the sun will rise tomorrow.

Yandere!Bruce won't just brush aside that he is rusty and definitely not a better Batman then the other one, but he's got time. He will developt patience. But can he learn enough to trick his perfect vigilant kids though? Is he seriously thinking straight? I mean, the batkids are dope though. They learned from the best. As a proud (wannabe) father he knows they will be better than him one day, perhaps already are.

How much of watching their lives, everything that he craves, can he take until he snaps? How much of watching Bruce's interactions with them can he take? He swears he won't take them for granted when he has them, he will take care of them, protect them, be a family, be happy.

Can he really keep his distance?

Looks like another supervillain just arrived in Gotham for the batfamily to battle against, he is quite persistent though.

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[leafyeyes417]

I decided to create a masterpost or two with all the reblogs that I like in hopes that when someone sends out the “help me find that post” I can find it faster. It will be added to slowly because I do not have the patience to do it all at once. Also in no particular order of preference.

Keep in mind none of these posts are my works and I do not claim them as such.

If you see *** they are really good prompts with lots of reblogs.

Will be edited later, last updated: 7-21-24

Masterlists

Multi-story masterlists

dcxdpdrabbles

Hdgnj

Tu-turu-turah

Somnoir

Specific Story lists

Jason is Catnip to Danny

Hyena Danny

Finally Getting Help

Wrong Robin

Badger Day

Man has needs

Almanac

Take out for Dummies

Danny is just some guy

Changling AU (part 5, other part links at bottom of post)

Fast Car Driver Danny

Haunted Car

Harmless Series

Don’t eat anything

Hero Tweets

Just a Bite

Single posts

Ellie-centric

Ellie realizes how dangerous Danny’s home is

Danny’s Rescues from the Infinite Realms

Green Lanturn & crew stuck in IR

Dead on Main

Jason courting Danny with a casserole

Overprotective Fenton parents shovel talk

Danny courts Jason by giving him wine cups made from the Joker’s kneecaps

Jason becomes a Ghost Summoner after giving Danny food***

Dream Lover***

Soulmate summoning ring gone wrong

Dead Tired

Coffeeshop accident

Dead Serious

Dead Silent

Danny kills the joker with his thighs

Danny on the run from the GIW

Superman startles Danny and gets a concussion***

Danny In Gotham

Sleepwalker Danny who escapes all traps

Unknowing Fae Danny works at coffee shop

Danny pretends to be a Vampire***

Feral McGee

Danny only gets a Vacation from work in Gotham

Danny seems like an Oracle of Delphi***

The GAV affected by Fear Toxin

Tucker streams while Danny does what Danny does in the background***

Danny is kidnapped(?) by Batman***

Danny gets hired for a money laundering front***

Portal is built in Gotham, not Amity

Naga Danny

Villain Danny

Danny’s obsession is twisted, forcing him to be a villain

Danny teaches heroes their mistakes by being the villain***

Adopted Danny (as in not Bio Fenton)

Danny is Hal Jordan’s son

Harley asks Batman to take away her son

Harvey Dent is Danny’s bio parent

Danny adopted by Bruce Wayne

Danny distribution system

Danny makes a sales pitch to join the Batfam

Reincarnated Danny

They wake up as Talons

Reincarnation

Clockwork reincarnated as Alfred

Misunderstanding’s that end in chaos

High Danny mistakes Batman for Jack

Mis-text-derstanding

Summoning Danny

Number is not in service

Danny: Please get that stalker (Ra’s) away from me

Demon Twin/Brothers

Damian is normal by Amity standards

Maybe(?) his lost twin

Nyssa steals Danny

Danny undercover in Amity

Jazz decided she wanted a brother

Tim Twins/Brothers

Danny and Tim are half-siblings

Danny sleep teleports to another dimension

Jason and Danny are brothers

Jason is a Baby ghost, adopts babier ghost Danny***

Ghost King Danny

Danny needs to take care of the Lazarus pits

Danny finds out there is a Ghost LOA

Miscellaneous

Danny possesses the president

Danny takes Jason’s online cooking class

Danny forgot what is regular human

Jack was a hitman named Phantom

Ghost Calls

Danny & Jason have the same scars

Superman was supposed to wait for the JLD

Water Core Tim

Fenton Driving curse still applies

Danny asks Wonder Woman to make him a grave on Themyscria***

Kryptonite is actually trapped souls

Danny and self-fulfilling prophecy

Danny pretends to be a demigod son of Hades

Danny gifts Red Robin a jar with Ra’s eyes

Vlad Cloning Danny was actually a much worse offense, breaks oldest ghost law

Amity got put back in the wrong place after the Pariah Dark fight.

Jason involuntarily taken to the ghost hospital

Phantom Letters

Danny learns Astral magic

Miscellaneous Angst

GIW succeeds in shooting the portal

DPxMarvel

Loki falls through to the IR and is adopted by Danny

Pure DP (not crossover)

Danny was Eldritch the whole time

Danny gets sprayed with a chemical where he hallucinates the person he hates

Demon!AU (with Art)

[dcextremefan]

The Writer - Gotham Knights Jason Todd x reader - Part 2

Warning: same as the part 1, by the way, read the last chapter and also use of remedies (do not repeat the same actions as the protagonist, go to see a specialist/doctor when you start to feel bad phisically or emotionally)

After the Red Hood saved you and you posted about it on your blog, you got tons of likes from thousand of people who lives in Gotham. You were laying in your bed moving your legs excitedly and then you received an email. An anonymous email.

Your smile faded and then you send a copy of an archive to this email and closed it, you started to feel your heartbeat go faster and a little bit of dizziness.

"God... for how long will I still do it?" you asked to yourself "what would father do?"

You get up of your bed and goes to the bathroom and looked at your reflection at the mirror, you opened the high balcony and you took a pill. A tear fell of your eye, but you quickly wiped it off with your hand. You grab your notebook and placed on your desk and you finally sleep.

Something you did not notice it's a vigilante who is watching you from afar. Red Hood watches you fall asleep and he enters through you apartment's window and starts inspecting everything.

"Belfry, I've entered into (Y/N)'s apartment" Red Hood informed quietly to not wake you up

"okay... that's kinda weird, I hope we'll never do it again. I don't want us to get reputation as a stalker" Tim has said

"Tim, don't worry. We are just investigating. And Jason, try to find at least some clues about (Y/N)'s life" Barbara demanded

"don't you think that's invasion of privacy?" Dick asked

"what Jason has said to us earlier got my attention. Why would some random thugs assault a normal civilian writter?" Barbara answered

"not just any writter. A very famous writter, maybe they were just after her money, after all she sells books" Tim suggested

"anyway, what did you find, Jason?" Dick asked

"nothing special, she loves drinking a lot of tea and... hmm" Jason stopped "she uses remedies to control anxiety"

"have you checked in her computer?" Barbara asked

Jason went to see in your computer, but it needs password, he buffed

"belfry, her computer needs password" Jason informed

"the one who can discover passwords so easily is Babs" Dick informed

"unfortunately I cannot discover the password right now, but I had an idea. Tim, you with me?" Barbara asked

"you know it" Tim answered

Jason started to search more about you in your apartment and he finds a portrait of you inside of your locker, it's you in a graduation uniform with a woman who is older than you.

"I found a portrait of (Y/n) with a woman who might be her mother. Not only that, she is wearing the graduation uniform and it says 'Chemistry College'" Jason has informed

"wait what? No no no, she always put on her bio that she is graduated at Literature, how can she lie about something like that?" Tim asked surprised

"we'll find out" Jason said

TO BE CONTINUED...

[schrijverr]

You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 6

Chapter 6 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of thecrazyleader.

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

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+1. Jason Acts Familiar

It’s a slow night. No one has commented on it yet, since none of them want to jinx it, but all have been luxuriating in the quiet.

“Since when does DC have a branch in Gotham?” Tim’s voice suddenly breaks the silence.

“What is this DC? Is it a new terrorist organization? I have not heard of them,” Damian asks.

“No, it’s a coffee shop, most people call it DC Coffee, but the C already stands for coffee, so that’s stupid,” Tim explains. “They were never in Gotham before.”

“Ugh, of course you wouldn’t just call it DC Coffee, because you’re a pretentious ass,” Steph rolls her eyes. “What sort of monstrosity do you order?”

“I don’t order a monstrosity,” Tim says offended.

“Yes, you do,” Jason inserts himself into the conversation. “It’s literally called the Death Wish and it’s the only chain that serves it. Of course you’re excited it’s here.”

“Shut up,” Tim hisses, but it’s overshadowed with multiple concerned family members preemptively banning him from entering. Bruce even considers buying it, so he can quite literally ban Tim.

“My coffee intake is not that bad!” Tim shouts over the noise. “No one in the family is normal about caffeine, I just get singled out for it. It’s unfair. Let me go to my favorite coffee shop in peace. I usually only get to go there on bus…” Tim falls silent suddenly.

After two beats, a concerned Dick tentatively asks: “Are- are you good, Baby Bird? What’s happening?”

Ignoring Dick, Tim asks: “Hood, how the fuck did you know what I order? You’re literally never there when I do, because I only get to on business trips or when I’m at Titan Tower.”

Jason is quiet.

“Oh my god, have you been stalking me? You’ve totally been stalking me,” Tim exclaims, torn between disturbed and delighted.

“No, I haven’t,” Jason protests, but Tim ignores him.

“After weeks of calling me a stalker and a creeper, here you are, doing the exact same. I can’t believe the hypocrisy!” Tim goes on.

“I wasn’t stalking you!” Jason yells, hoping to be louder than Tim to shut him up.

It works. Tim falls quiet. But then Steph asks: “Then why do you know his coffee order in a chain you’ve never seen him go to. Even I didn’t know that and I dated him.”

“Yes, how did you obtain this information without observation?” Damian inquires.

Jason is quiet for a second, then says: “Okay, so it wasn’t without observation, but observation and stalking isn’t the same at all.”

“It totally is,” Tim exclaims indignantly.

“No, it’s not,” Jason argues. “I was observing your routine so I could break in and kill you, that’s not at all the same as running around at night, because you’re a creepy looser, whose only human interaction is through a camera lens.”

“Okay, harsh,” Tim says.

“Yeah, way too harsh. I mean, I agree with you and I love ragging on Red Bridie-boy here, but that’s- that’s a lot,” Steph says, a jikes in her voice.

“Alright, yeah, you’re right, sorry, that was too much,” Jason agrees. “But I still think it’s not the same.”

“It totally is,” Tim says, easily forgiving the harsh words. They truly have gotten closer. Then he proceeds to be a little shit by crowing: “Stalker, stalker, stalker. Red Hood is a stalker.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Jason chants, trying and failing to drown him out.

“No. Creeper, creeper,” Tim starts up, Steph having no trouble joining in, despite not even agreeing with Tim.

“One of my plans was fucking poisoning you with your coffee order. I can dust that plan off, if you don’t stop right the fuck now,” Jason threatens.

“Still a stalker,” Tim singsongs, before turning off his com. He hasn’t taken Jason’s threat seriously in ages, he wonders when that happened.

[meowriddler]

A/N: HEYYYY YA'LL ITS BEEN A MIN LMAOOO BUT IM BACK NOW YAY FR THO THANK U TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED THIS FIC IT MEANS A LOT ANYWAYS THIS IS PART TWO OF WHO IS SHE

Who is she? Part 2

warning: Edward is lowkey a stalker here but ik u freaks like it, Edward has an episode 🥹, reader has questionable taste in men…

After that incident Edward kept seeing her if only he had enough courage to go up to her and actually talk instead of stealing glances from each other it was never enough for him, he wanted to know her wanted to crawl his way into her heart and mind hoping to stay nested there for all of eternity, even at work Edward couldn’t stop thinking about her, she always invaded  his thoughts it seems as if she bewitched him like a spell that was caused upon him that he never wishes to wear off oh what he would give to see her again to have her attention on him and only him he lets out a dreamy sigh smiling to while sketching what looks like to be a silhouette

Of his mysterious Angel he was too busy lost in thought and didn’t notice the figure coming up behind him Edward flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his dipshit coworker Zach. He doesn’t hear what he has to say. probably something stupid like that stupid nickname he came up with.

Edward just nods, hoping he would finally leave him alone so he can go back to fantasizing about her, but soon feels empty knowing he most likely would never see her again.

His day has finally came to an end He sits and people watch as always, sometimes wondering what could be behind those lifeless faces. He looks down at his phone, trying to keep himself busy, but when he looks up, there you were in all your glory. Edward couldn’t believe it himself he thinks the stars just aligned for him he then again stares and when u look back he can’t help but get breathless like the wind just got knocked out of his lungs this time though he smiled back instead of looking away that’s some progress, Edward! He thinks to himself, feeling a bit proud. The train stops, and what looked to be her stop, wait she’s leaving?!?wait Edward? She’s walking away?! I just found her I cannot lose her again . I haven’t even realized that I started walking after her. He tried to match his footsteps with hers, not wanting to be seen or heard by her. He felt torn between the fact that what he was doing was wrong and the fact that he was basically stalking someone But also, you're just making sure she arrives home safe! Edward is choosing to believe the latter.

They Finale arrive to her apartment complex he watches her get in and waits, as he sees her lights turn on what looks like to be the sixth floor he will keep that in mind as he stares for a while deciding now would be a good time to head home.

As he enters his home suddenly a wave of dread hits him like a pile of rocks he literally just stalked someone? And tried justifying it, you idiot, you could have just gone up to her and talked to her like a normal human being. God, why can't he be normal? Why isn’t he normal? Because ur incapable of being normal that unknown voice speaks I just want to make a connection he feels tears well up to his eyes why cant he make a connection?! Because you're a fuckup, I’m not a fuckup! covering his ears, hoping that horrible screeching voice would just vanish. You deserve to di, he couldn’t let that thought finish.

Readers pov

It all started when you saw that cute guy from the subway. Something about him seemed so out of place from Gotham’s usual jarring looking people with his innocent cherubic face. You simply thought he was cute, nothing more. But you could feel eye on you now. You could tell he was staring. He isn’t exactly being very discreet. You decided to give him a glance just to let him know you were aware of his antics. He looks like a deer caught in headlights and immediately looking away as if he was caught doing a crime . I find myself smirking amused by his behavior . When He actually decides to make eye contact with me again I couldn’t help but smile that was the first time I’ve seen him and that was how we interacted from now on like unspoken language that only the two of us knew just exchanging glances from one another however the last time I saw him it was a bit different he grew more bold and what I meant by bold is him smiling back like I said bold by his standards but god call me crazy but I found his small smile so what’s the word? dorky? After I left I felt like I was being followed maybe I was being paranoid? I mean, this is Gotham after all; it’s normal to feel like this, right?

A/N thank u for reading!! I hope u guys are enjoying the fic so faralso sorry for any mistakes English isn’t my first language

[kokoafiascoandtea]

A popular headcanon I like but have problems accepting about Tim is that he was nine, scrawny and running around Gotham taking pictures- listen, this kid is the type that escalates. Tinny Tim starts his stalking with a scrapbook, his parents are confused but Janet is like “well at least he isn’t getting into trouble” and Jack “well, superheroes are manly enough”

He’s nine and has lots of scrapbooks, everything he can get his hands into about Batman and Robin, he’s 10 and collecting everything vaguely winking at the Wayne’s, he’s 11 and starts “hanging out” in all the places he knows the Wayne’s hang out, he’s there like a obsessed teenager waiting for their crush (iykyk) then he’s 12 and collecting memorabilia every time he’s in the city during his boarding school’s vacation but also memorize the bats’ routines and starts trying to imitate their workouts in hopes to be “just as cool”.

He would eventually up himself and start taking pictures but then, wah! Robin died and Batman is uncontrollable and Tim is too involved (no he’s not) to not get into the first bus to bludhaven and get Dick back.

He’s a stalker but he’s the kind of person that starts pretty normal but give him time.

[starsapphire]

25 17 12 8 9 & 3 for the choose violence ask game...I love ur haterisms you're always so correct in it

HI ignore how long it took me to answer this. thank u i hope i am not just a mutual to u but also an irredeemable hater

25. common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing

you know what? trying to answer this one made me immensely grateful for how normal the mutual circle is. couldn't think of anything. thanks guys 🩷

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

i know you're here for dc but i must speak my truth. we need more johnnywyatt content in the marvel fandom. spideytorch is dead. it's never going to happen. peter is either straight or too oblivious to ever realise he likes men and either way marvel is going to be milking the petermj divorce remarriage magic-divorce remarriage divorce remarriage cycle in every media form possible until the company shuts down. maybe in the ultimate universe i could see spideytorch working out but it literally exploded. rip gay emo 1610 johnny but we need to move on. i'm sorry everyone. HOWEVER. we are ignoring the beautiful truth of johnny storm and his hot 6-foot-massive husband. when i think about them my mind fills with static but like. he doesn't have powers. johnny is a living star. and he will still step in front of johnny every time. he treats johnny's niece and nephew like his own. they're married in every sense but legally. only 37 works in the ao3 tag. we are living in hell. at this point i will take crumbs from dan slott. DAN SLOTT. but i stay silly

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

zinda blake. purely because of "holy crow! the boy is FANCY?!"

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

ummmm everything about the "stalker tim" thing. like no he did not follow batman and robin around with a camera for 5 years. janet and jack didn't send him to school at arkham ok he was not able to escape every weekend and go downtown in gotham at 3am. but also i have seen people be very adamant that tim did not stalk batman and robin until jason died (which like. if he hadn't followed anything about batman and robin in that period, how would he know how much more violent bruce was getting or that robin had changed hands?) and that's not true. he was stalking them neil josten style. i want to see his creepy stalker binder full of newspaper clippings. from actual newspapers. like a psychopath

9. worst part of canon

cassie sandsmark's stupid fucking costume for the last 20 years. i would suffer through tom king's writing just to see her in a normal outfit i'm dead fucking serious. i'd buy the fucking issue. her ugly ass britney spearsification twig arms tt2003 redesign deals me actual psychic damage when i have to look at it (IT WAS SO OOC and johns' justification was so misogynistic. what if i kms) and every time i have to see cassie's stupid fucking impractical little girl eight-year-old-in-2011 outfit from rebirth i want to die. there's this one panel i saw that i cannot find where diana, donna, and yara are walking in their really beautiful, regal armour, looking like warriors, ready for battle, and then cassie is next to them in her skort. it's so embarrassing… someone please free my girl. actually free her from everything originating in tt2003 she deserves so much better

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

i get what they're trying to say but also I Was Literally There And That Is Not What Happened

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[godlywh0re]

Somebody’s watching me..

Summary: You’re starting a new job as a waitress at a diner when you meet someone interesting,  [The riddler x reader] 

WC: 876

TW: stalker Eddie (implied), no gendered words besides ‘waitress’

At first the feeling was foreign. It pricked at your skin, raising all hair on your body, setting alarms off inside your head. It was something primal, telling you that the environment was off. A being was disturbing the peaceful serenity you had created for yourself to escape the city filth. The feeling was survivalistic. You had not encountered it often until one day it plagued your everyday life.

You had not grown up in Gotham City so you didn’t seem to have the same keen senses that everyone else did when it came to living here. Residing in a city plagued with violence, corruption, and suffering was not your first choice, you figured no one else was here willingly either. You came to the city in hopes of a new start only to be let down after it was too late. After getting fired from your previous job you were starting your first day as a waitress at a nearby diner to make ends meet. It wasn’t the best and you definitely were not living lavishly but it was quiet. Quiet was all anyone ever wanted in a city that never appeared to rest.

Soft murmurs could be heard while you worked, never quite catching the full of the conversation. You suppose that's how most of the city was, you never knew who might be listening. Scanning over the customers your eye caught on one individual resting at the counter.

Soft brown hair covered his eyes, body hunched over a small book which captivated his full attention. His jacket was too big for his body despite having multiple layers underneath. Your eyes traveled down to his hands, calloused but they looked almost soft. There was a pen held gently within his grasp, that's when you noticed it was a crossword puzzle that held his interest. One of his fingers twitched causing you to snap from your daze. You raised your eyes from his hands to his face, hoping he didn’t catch your heavy gaze. Instead you found his eyes staring right back at you.

“I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to stare..” You said quietly as you approached him, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment that he had caught you. You really hoped he didn’t think you were a weirdo or anything.

A low chuckle interrupted your panicked monologue. The sound that came past his lips was like heaven, it made your head dizzy. His face, now upturned towards you, was beautiful. His eyes were a mesmerizing green, guarded behind clear glasses frames. Your eyes drawn to his lips as they moved, mouthing words then morphing into a smirk.

“What did you say? I'm sorry, I haven't been getting much sleep and starting a new job with later hours probably doesn't help.” You uttered the apology feeling awful that you didn’t catch what he said.

“Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless it mutters. What is it?” His voice was almost a whisper.

In complete honesty, you weren’t trying to figure out his riddle. You were too focused on his voice, hanging onto his every word. How gently he spoke and the beautiful resonance that followed.

“Umm” you laughed nervously, “I’m not sure, will you tell me the answer?”

“The wind.” He replied in the same ever so hushed voice.

“I liked that one, you’ll have to tell me more sometime. In the meantime, what can I get for you?” Your voice carried over softly, disregarding the normal customer service you usually give.

“J-just some more coffee” He stuttered out. You smiled at him and went to fulfill his order. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes followed you, watching you sway over to the coffee pot. You hummed, happy from the pleasant conversation with the man. Walking over to him, you refilled his cup.

You continued conversation with the man when you weren’t serving others. Talking with him was refreshing compared to the other customers you had that day. He was nervous and shy but talking was easy with him. You two seemed to have a lot in common and you were looking forward to the next time you saw him.

He stood up from his seat, putting down the money for his bill. Your eyes quickly drank in the full intensity of the man before looking back up at him. His eyes shone with amusement.

“Thank you for the company, have a nice night (y/n).” He called over to you.

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name!” You protested, you couldn’t let him leave without telling you his name.

“Edward Nashton.”

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Once you were off work you immediately stripped yourself of the shoes that left your feet aching all night, murmuring to yourself about finding new ones. Walking into your kitchen, you leaned into the cupboard to find something to eat. A feeling pricked at your skin and raised the hair on your arms. You turned around to check the surroundings of the apartment. Nothing.

Walking out of the kitchen, your eyes caught on something that made your blood run cold. Your name tag sat on the edge of your counter, having never left the surface and onto your shirt before you had your first day at work.

You never told Edward your name.

[astxroiid]

meant to be yours // stalker!edward nashton

wc: 4.3k

Warnings: dark themes! Stalking, obsession, manipulation, screaming, murder, 1 mention of s*x trafficking (not Ed), mature themes! swearing, smut, 18+ content, oral (m and f receiving), implied inexperienced!Eddie, bondage, penetration, unprotected sex! Please be safe irl! dom!reader, sub!eddie, masochism, sadism, bondage, breath play.

Summary: as you start fresh in a new city, you hope Gotham won’t be the same as the town before. And after beginning a relationship with the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, you really hope things go well - but it all takes a turn when he leaves his laptop open and unlocked…

Author’s Note: I do not support any actions taken in this fic. This is purely for self indulgence - I do not condone these actions in the real world. Stalking is a real crime and a horrible thing to actually do. I’m just writing out my own sexual fantasy.

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Edward had frequented the café you work at almost immediately after you got the job. Granted, that wasn’t long, but seeing such a handsome man everyday gave you something to look forward to.

You’d been pretty down after leaving your hometown - your ex having ran you off. Edward already knew that, though. He also knew his name was Michael and he grew up in a wealthy family - but you hadn’t.

Typical, he thought, some big and rich town boy looking to use a pretty girl for a short time before discarding her and moving on like it never happened.

But - rather uncharacteristically - he didn’t move on as fast as they normally do. He held on, harassed you into quitting your job and losing your friends. That wasn’t enough for Mike though. He wanted it all. He continued with his tormenting until he was satisfied and you had fled town.

Edward made a mental note to compare this man to Icarus, flying to close to the Sun, too greedy for his own good. Edward would make sure his wax wings melted. But that was an issue for later.

Right then he was focused on getting your attention. At this point in time you’d never spoken to each other. At least verbally. In Edwards eyes he just knew the glances over your shoulder meant something more than seeing if he needed a refill.

It was a way of telling him you were interested, you wanted him - just as much as he wanted you.

To be fair, he wasn’t completely deluded. His creep-o brain hadn’t made it all up. You were interested. And you definitely wanted him. Your favorite pastime being filling up his cup, slightly bent over with your shirt undone. This gave Ed a complete face full of your chest.

The best part was watching his face go red but he’d never move his eyes, keeping them set on the one spot. You’d giggle, ask if he was okay, pretend you didn’t know. But you both knew you meant it.

One day you had purposely worn your skirt higher, bending over and letting Ed see your red laced thong. His eyes never left you after that.

Another day you had deviated from your schedule, requested off on a day you normally worked. This threw Eddie of his rhythm. You walked in wearing your normal clothes, one’s Edward never saw outside of binoculars, media posts, and long distances away.

A low-cut, v-neck shirt and tight jeans topped off with Vans and sparkling jewelry.

You scooted into the booth opposite him, smiling. The poor boys expression was one of shock and fear. Were you confronting him? Had you found out it was more than just coming into the café everyday? Did you find out his plans for Michael?

None of it made sense. Why would you be smiling if you had?

You giggled. “I figured since you haven’t asked me out yet we’d just have a date here. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?” He nodded his head excitedly.

Edward smiled at the memory, you’d always been so forward, choosing action over inaction every time. He kissed your forehead and tucked you in.

“Mmm. D’you have to go to work?” You groan from the bed, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a proper kiss. Ed hums and struggles to catch himself as you pull him down more.

He breaks free, panting. “Honey, I’ll be late.”

“I don’t give a shit,” you retort, pulling him on top of you. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, grinding up into his hips. His head hangs between your neck and shoulder. He groans at the pleasure.

“Stay with me,” you plead in a sultry tone, rubbing him with each sentence. “I want to feel you again.”

Your menstruations start to work on Eddie, he’s giving in. He kisses your neck and you feel him harden in his pants. 

It takes you starting to unbutton his shirt to bring him back. “My love, I really have to get going. I’ll miss the train.”

You huff and roll your eyes.

“Wait for me?” He asks. It’s a simple question that highlights undertones of a fear you’ll leave.

“Of course,” your voice is so soft it melts his heart. He kisses you one last time.

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You’d fallen back to sleep soon after Eddie left. You’d definitely had a long enough night to put you out of commission for the whole day.

You woke to the sound of a notification dinging. You checked your phone to see if it was Edward, only to realize your phone was dry. You look around for the culprit, connecting eyes with Ed’s laptop.

You squint at it angrily, moving to shut the screen but your eyes glimpsed the text appearing. The notification.

‘Local Billion-Heir Dies in Explosion at His Own Estate’ It’s talking about Michael.

Your hand comes to cover your mouth gently as you click open the article. Someone planted a bomb in his house, timed it perfectly to catch him off guard. They also leaked a lot of terrible things Michael and his family had been involved in.

Were it not for his death, you’d say he deserved it. His dirty laundry being aired to the world. Serves an asshole like him right. But he died. You remind yourself. He didn’t deserve death. Even after everything.

You happen to look up and read the tabs open on Edward’s computer. Basic stuff. Netflix, YouTube, and Spotify filling all three of the notes. Opening Netflix brings you to the movie you were watching with Ed last night - interrupted by other activities.

You check Spotify, finding a couple of handmade playlists and artists you could easily guess he listens to. Moving to YouTube you keep the same curious mood, sure it won’t be any different than the previous two.

It’s a video of a man sitting behind a table, plastic and metal pieces of a device scattered before him. You read the title. ‘Bomb Building for Beginners’

You gasp and jump back, knocking over the desk chair.

No. No this couldn’t be right. Just a crazy coincidence. Something for work. He is the head risk analyst at Shuttle Co. Maybe that has something to do with it.

You need to look more. The video is pretty basic, the man states that the video is purely for viewing purposes and not to be followed.

You search his desktop, hoping to find nothing while your heart pounds in your chest and a voice in your head knows you’ll find more.

There’s a file. ‘M.C.’. Michael Collins.

“Please be wrong. Please be wrong,” you beg in a whisper while clicking it.

You’re not. It’s pages upon pages of information about Michael. His parents. Where he went to school. What his hobbies are. Every partner he’s ever had since high school - including you. There’s pictures here you’ve never seen from the press.

Did Edward take these?

There’s also diagrams of bombs, how to detonate them from safe distances, keeping them untraceable…

You feel like your going to faint. Or vomit. Probably both. But some morbid part of your brain is still curious. It still wants to look, see everything Ed has done.

You find more on what Mike and his parents got up to. The files leaked to the press. The Collins’ ran a sex trafficking ring as well as some other extremely illegal incomes of money.

Their story of wealth was bullshit.

Maybe it was deserved. The thought passes your mind for a millisecond before you correct yourself. No. Not good. No one deserves to die like that.

C’mon. You know you wanted Big Mike Collins to get what was coming to him. And based on the evidence, his family was long overdue for a reckoning. The voice in your head persists.

“No! Stop. No one should kill anyone. I’m not defending a murderer.” You hit your temple with the heel of your hand.

You freeze, looking at the clock on the wall, realizing Ed will be home any moment. You scramble around trying to figure out what to do.

Do you take the laptop? Turn it in to the authorities? No, surly they’ll kill Eddie for what he did. You don’t want another murder. Do you leave him a note? Ask him to leave you alone - don’t talk to you ever again?

Your thoughts are interrupted buy Edward’s apartment door opening. “Hey, sweetheart, I missed you.”

His eyes land on your worried expression before flicking to his laptop, open and displaying his plans for Michael. Fuck.

“S-stay away,” you extend your arm in front of your body. “You’re a murderer!”

He sighs, setting his bag down. “Y/n, I only did what was best. You can’t tell me that asshole didn’t deserve his karma.”

“You’re crazy!” Ed steps toward you, palms up in submission. You jump back. “Get away from me!”

You run to the bathroom, locking yourself in.

“Y/N! Y/n, please. Listen—”

“Go away!” You sob, back pressed to the door. Your arms wrap around your knees, hugging yourself.

“He was terrible to you. He deserved to be put in his place!”

“By killing him?!” Your voice cracks and Ed’s heart breaks to hear you so broken.

“You saw the things he and his family did. How corrupt they were. They had it coming.”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.”

Edward freezes, looking aghast. “I— but we— we’re meant to be together, y/n. Please. I’m yours! Just give me a chance!”

“No. You lost that chance when you killed a man,” you turn to the door angrily, pretending the wood was Ed’s face.

“Please! Open the door!” He begs, desperate. “Let me make it up to you! I promise! I’ll never do it again!”

Silence.

“Y/N OPEN THE DOOR!” He punches the wood dividing the two of you. “Open the door… please.”

The last word sounded so needy it reminded you of the night before. Involuntarily sending butterflies to your stomach and the memories. Fuck this is wrong on so many levels.

You hear his quiet sobs behind the door. Your positions match each other. Backs pressed into the wood, heads leaned back with arms hugging your legs. Everything the same down to the tears slipping down your cheeks.

“I wanted you to feel safe with me,” Edwards voice is hoarse and pathetic yet somehow still erotic. “I knew you’d never feel secure with that asshole still out there. I knew your fears of him coming back and breaking us up. But y/n, I’d never leave you. Not for anything.”

Against your better judgment, your heart warms at his words. How much he cares.

He’s demented! The logical side of your brain tries to reason. But the irrational side is giving in, sending heat to your core at the sounds of Eddie’s panting.

“Please don’t leave me,” fuck his begging is getting to you. If he keeps it up your logic won’t last long.

You both sit in silence for a moment. Fuck it.

You stand and Edward turns at your noises just in time for you to open the door, looking down at his pathetic form on the floor.

“Y/n- please I—”

You lean down and kiss him so fast he has little time to breathe. You place your hand under his chin, pulling him up. He struggles between standing and not breaking his kiss with you, scared it’s the last.

Once he’s up and his face above yours, his hands make their way to your jaw - holding you close. You press your tongue into his mouth and Eddie hums. Your jaws move in time, used to each other.

“You said you wanted to make it up to me?” You say parting from Ed and allowing him to breathe. He’s panting hard.

“Yes! Please! Anything. I’ll do any—”

“Get on your knees.”

His pupils dilate. “Yes ma’am,” he hits the floor immediately. You know this is wrong but - fuck - the way he’s looking up at you, glasses fogged, hair a mess, waiting.

“Take them off,” you gesture toward your shorts and he obeys. Grabbing the hem and tugging them down hastily. “Underwear too, Ed.”

Just your demanding tone alone has Eddie hard as a rock in his slacks. Once he’s done as he’s told, you smile and pull your shirt over your head.

He’s watching your every move like a hawk. Never taking his eyes off you. He sits with his hands in his lap, waiting for further instruction.

You run your fingers through his hair, lightly grabbing a handful.

“Go on,” you look him dead in his eyes. He knows what your saying and he follows. Opening his mouth he connects with your already soaking wet pussy. You’re both still keeping eye contact while his tongue starts to work on you.

You lean your head back and moan loud when he presses through your folds, flicking your clit. You use the hand full of hair to push him harder against you.

He moves his hands from his lap to your hips, massaging circles in the bone. Your legs go weak at the feeling of him working his tongue on you, knowing exactly how to press and push to get you closer.

You moan his name loud enough to feel the echo through the tiny apartment. You’re both panting, with you singing his name out repeatedly - sprinkling in bits of yes and swears to fuel his desire.

Eddie decides your not pushing hard enough and uses his grip on your thighs to pull himself into you with such a force you almost lose your balance.

You pull his head back by the hair and Edward moans at the pleasure, breathing heavy. You kneel down, bringing yourself to his level. Your lips connect again and you hum at the taste of yourself.

“Get on the bed, love.”

He nods again and stands at once, making his way to the beaten mattress.

Edward lays flat, patient for you, yet nervous most of all. You climb on top of him, raising yourself above his body. You reach into his side drawer and pull out a pair of fluffy handcuffs you never got around to using last night.

You gently take his wrists in your hands. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”

He gives a small, yet eager nod, doe eyes trained on yours.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” your voice, Ed notes, is gentle - like rain, or sunshine.

“Yes. I will.”

“Good.”

You lock his wrists in place, pulling the cuffs through the metal of the bed-frame.

You climb down his body, pushing his shirt up above his chest and moving on to his slacks, unbuttoning them as you place a tender kiss to the happy trail just above the low hem-line.

You take his pants and boxers down in one fluid movement, letting his impressive erection fall to his stomach. The poor boy already leaking pre-cum onto himself.

You bite your bottom lip and smile.

Once his pants are off you settle between his knees, taking his length in your hand.

He’s already pretty vocal. Moaning at the pleasure of just your hand on him. You knew he hadn’t done much before you but fuck you loved this.

You pump your hand once, rotating your hand and rubbing your thumb across his slit before moving your palm back down.

Fuck the moan he gives in response is enough to make you cum. It’s whinny and needy and silently begging for more. But you can tell from just this it’d be easy to make him cum.

You lift his cock up and lick a long stripe from base to tip, locking eyes with him as you go.

“F-f-fuck, ah…” his hips shake as his head falls back.

“You like that, baby?”

“God— fuck. Yes! Please…”

“Please, what, love? What do you want me to do? Anything for my sweet boy.” You brush his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead.

Already sweaty? Damn. You had more of an effect than you’d thought.

“P-please… keep touching m-me. Please,” he struggles against his restraints, wanting desperately to touch you.

“As you wish.”

You continue moving your hand up and down, rotating and pumping at an agonizingly slow pace.

He’s whimpering now.

“Mmm. Uh. More… please?”

“More? I’m using my whole hand, I can’t use more of that.”

He moans again as you stop your hand to grab his balls, squeezing them into your hand along with his shaft, letting them fall out of your grip as you move to pump him again.

“Mouth… use your mouth, fuck. Please.”

“Like this?” You ask, giving him an evil look as you wrap your mouth around the tip of his dick, swirling your tongue and humming.

“Y-yes. God— more, please,” he looks pathetic; his arms are straining against the handcuffs, face contorted in pleasure, hips shaking, chest sweaty.

You decide to stop teasing. Taking him more and more in your mouth, sinking down on his cock.

His exclamation of pleasure doesn’t fall on deaf ears, that much is evident by the pool of arousal dripping from your core, down your thighs.

You use your hand to pump what few inches you can’t take. He groans, long and whinny.

“F-fuck…”

You hum, sending vibrations throughout his base. You start to bob your head at a pleasant pace, not wanting to torture him anymore.

A string of curses leave his mouth along with hums of your name.

You dig the nails of your unoccupied hand into his thigh, leaving crescent shaped indentations in Edward’s skin.

He hisses at the pain mixing with pleasure, groaning when you drag your fingers down, leaving red scratches as you go.

You scoop his balls into the same hand that’s holding his length, squeezing them together.

“Fuck, baby— I’m close. Please— shit!” He interrupts himself when you spit on his tip, using your free hand to work it down his shaft and back up to the head of his cock.

You pull away from him, not ready for him to finish yet. Reaching up to the restraints at his wrists you unhook the claps and free him from the cuffs.

Ed’s hands immediately fly to your hips, shoving his face into your breasts - which happened to be positioned perfectly above him.

You smile, humming at the pleasure, and sit back on your heels. Edward follows you up, eyes locked on yours the whole time, mouth never leaving your tits.

His arms wrap around your body, Ed pulling you as close to him as possible. You run your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp along the way.

“Such a good boy for me…” you trail off, flashes of what was happening before all this coming to you. Reminding you of what he did.

Fuck this is wrong. Twisted in every way imaginable. But isn’t this what you’d always wanted? A man willing to do anything for you - not afraid of your big and rich ex, not worried of Mike coming for him because of you?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the pleasure of Ed pushing your hips down, grinding you against his erection.

“Fuck…” you’re more sensitive than you thought. Edward moans with you at the feeing - sending vibrations through your chest.

“C-can i— um- could i…”

You look down at him expectantly, his doe eyes locking on yours, he’s pleading with you to understand what he’s trying to say so he doesn’t have to speak it out loud.

You know what he wants, but it’s so fun to hear him ask. You play dumb.

“Could you what, baby? What does my pretty boy want?” You brush your hand through his hair and down the side of his face, cupping his chin.

He smiles sweetly at the nickname. “Can I put it in?” His voice is small, insecurity laced in his tone.

“Of course, baby.”

He nods quickly, reaching beneath you and aligning himself. You help him; leaning up, pushing your chest more in his face (though he’s not complaining), moving your hips to get him adjusted right.

You sink down slowly onto Edward’s cock, groaning and the sensation of him stretching your walls.

“Ah-h— uh…” he moans in your ear, trying his best to calm his heartbeat, or even steady his breathing. To no avail.

The sight of you, completely naked, cock pressed into your cunt, and blissed out will always have this effect on him.

“F-fuck,” he shakily groans and you rock your hips back and forth. He keeps looking between your face and where your bodies are connecting, unsure of what to focus on.

“Please… fuck. Y/n, please keep going. God! Don’t stop…”

You wouldn’t dream of it. Because fuck he feels amazing. He’s deep enough for you to feel his cock pushing into your cervix.

You lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss. You push your tongue into Ed’s mouth, moving your jaws in time with each other.

You soon move your face to his neck, biting down. He exclaims in both shock and pleasure. You keep your teeth sunk into his skin until your satisfied with the mark that will be left.

You push Edward back, making him lay down again. You lean back, looking toward the ceiling. Edward wraps a hand around your breast and pinches at your nipple.

You moan at the mixtures of pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuck, baby. Squeeze them,” you instruct. He does as he’s told. Using both hands to squeeze your tits, massaging them and occasionally rubbing your sensitive nipples.

You lean forwards and Eddie’s hands move to gently hold your hips as your fingers wrap around the columns of his throat, cutting of his circulation.

His head feels dizzy as you expertly roll your hips down onto him. A strangled moan leaves him and you don’t let up on your movements.

There’s a knot forming in your stomach, but you can tell Ed is closer to cumming than you.

You tighten your grip on his neck when you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Fuck… can I- can I cum?” Edward’s squeezing his eyes shut, concentrating as hard as possible.

“Cum for me, baby. I want you to finish inside me. I wanna feel you filling me up.”

And just as he tips over his own edge you release his throat, allowing the blood to flow back to his brain.

Eddie cums deep inside you, holding your hips down to his.

The moan he gives is pathetic and needy, high pitched as he breathes out your name.

Ed uses his hands to move your hips, making you grind a few more times on him.

You slide off of him, feeling hollow without him in you.

You let him catch his breath, smiling down at him.

“Did you..?”

You shake your head. He looks upset.

“Don’t worry, love. You’re helping me with that. Right?”

He nods aggressively.

“Good.”

You move to position your core above his face, looking down your body and into his expectant eyes.

“You’re going to eat me out until I cum. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Edward hooks his arms behind your hips, resting his hands on your inner thigh.

He stretches upward licking through your folds, pulling a moan from deep in your chest.

You push yourself down onto his face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue pressing inside of you. His nose grinding into your clit.

“Mm, fuck. Ed… just like that.”

He makes your hips grind into his face, causing pleasure to erupt throughout your body.

You look down at him, eyes connecting with his as you grab at his soft blonde locks. Ed moves to your clit, sucking and lapping at the sensitive nub.

Your moans are like honey to Edward, sweet and gentle. He feels himself grow hard again. He didn’t mean to but— fuck you taste so good, so sweet, and your noises, and the way you look right now— he couldn’t help himself.

“Eddie… baby… I’m so close.”

He almost misses it, too lost in thought. Almost.

He slows his pace, pressing his tongue flat against your clit and working it up and down. Even strokes bringing you close to your release but not fast enough.

You take it into your own hands, grinding down onto his face and getting the force you desperately crave.

The knot in your stomach tightens and pulls until you believe it truly can’t anymore.

You tug on Ed’s hair, pulling out a moan from his throat. That’s what draws the rope in you taught. Releasing on Eddie’s face, squeezing his head with your thighs as you cum, shaking.

He laps it up, devouring your climax and anything left. Fuck you taste so fucking sweet.

You huff and pull yourself off of him. Eddie is smiling hard, satisfied with your pleasure from him. You land beside him, turning your head to Ed and matching his smile.

You kiss him, tasting yourself. He leans his full body into you. “Are you hard again?” He looks ashamed of himself.

“C’mere,” you tug him on top of you, letting Edward prop himself up on his elbows before he slides into you.

“It’s gonna be a long night, huh?” You giggle and Eddie smiles back at you.

“I sure hope so.”

━━━━ ✭˚ ? >

You wake beside Edward, smiling as you tighten your grip around his torso. You run circles on his skin as your mind wonders.

This was so wrong. You’d just knowingly slept with a man who committed murder. He killed a man. And he was unfazed. If it’s all so bad… why don’t you actually feel bad about it?

He’s so sweet. And he loves you, that much you know. He’s willing to do anything to keep you safe. You love him too. Nothing should get in the way of that. And Michael? That sex-trafficking, abusive asshole deserved it. He had it coming.

Thank y’all for reading !! Had a lot of fun w this one but please remember that I condone none of these actions and it’s purely fantasy!

proofread and editorial help by: @spidey-multi

[yandere--stuck]

Bad Blood - Yandere!Batman x Reader x Yandere!Joker

It wasn't just The Joker who had been watching you. And to a point, you were aware of that.

After all, that just came with the territory of being a minor celebrity within Gotham city. It wasn't often that those considered "famous" in Gotham didn't either have connections to the mafia or were locked up within Arkham or Blackgate. 

As a reporter, you were watched on the news, on the streets - occasionally approached by fans, at parties where you mingled with your peers or made connections. All rather normal, really.

But, there were times when you could just feel it in your bones. You were being watched.

Like in the dark of night, the moon following you on your walk home. Alone. When the light from street lamps bathed everything in orange. The streets empty, the occasional car zooming by. It was then that you had felt watched.

It was understandable, something innate in humans, to feel frightened of the dark and the paranoia of being alone. Our imaginations run wild, and we trick ourselves into thinking that there's something out there with us. Someone following our every move, hiding just out of sight. But, no matter how many times you swore you were being watched, nothing ever happened. No muggings, no stalkers, no threats. When you got back to your apartment, unlocking and then re-locking all six of the locks on your door, you were able to let out a sigh of relief - it was just your own paranoia getting the best of you. You weren't being followed. You could relax, knowing that it was all in your head.

But, it wasn't.

Your paranoia wasn't unfounded. The shiver of your spine at the feeling of being watched wasn't your mind tricking itself. But, of course, even when you'd turn around to try and spot someone, something, you hadn't been able to see him. He had hid in the shadows and crouched atop rooftops, keeping watch over you.

He had done so every night. The moment you left the studio, to when you started your walk, and then headed home. He even stuck around to peer through your window, making sure you were truly safe. It wasn't something any of the Robins or Oracle knew about - it wasn't something they had to know. Well… It's not like he exactly lied about what he was doing during the alotted time of your walk home. But, he also didnt want to admit it, either - not that he thought what he was doing was wrong, but… He just didn't want anyone to be worried. To get the wrong idea. And it rarely took time out of his nightly patrol, just fifteen minutes. It wasn't a big deal.

He was just protecting you. That was just his job. He was supposed to protect the people of Gotham. To protect you. He just had a… Fixation, that's all. And when Bruce gets fixated on something, it's like pulling teeth for him to keep away.

Bruce met you like he does with most reporters - at a charity event. He had seen your stories on the news a few times beforehand, and braced himself for the usual song and dance - Vicki Vale trying to score something on the record for something much juicier and personal than the cause he was donating to, or perhaps Jack Ryder trying to rile him up to get him to throw a fit for a story. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when you treated him like an actual person. Sure, it could be that you were off the clock - but really, when were reporters ever really off the clock?

Most people would bend over backwards to get themselves into Brice Wayne's good graces. But, you… You talked to him like he was no different than anyone else. Maybe a bit reserved, but you had only just met, after all. In spite of this, Bruce found himself able to relax, chatting with you about the party, about your days up to then, your different careers. Bruce felt like he could actually be himself. With you, he wasn't Batman, nor was he billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He was just… Himself.

Him and you.

He decides to stick by your side most of the evening, you and him talking long into the night. About your lives, your worries, your hobbies, your interests. It had been so long since he talked about such personal things with someone, even Alfred. And you understand. You understand his worries of responsibility, the weight of the world among his shoulders, you understand the suffocation of isolation, you under his inability to move on from the trauma of his past, try as he might. You understand. Of course you do…

You acted as someone to vent to. A listening ear. You offered up advice, even if you might not have the right answers to his problem. Sure, you might not know the full extent of his stress, but it's the thought that counts. It's almost like this night was made for you and him. 

Something like, fate - that is, if Bruce had actually believed in something like that.

After that night, he found himself making a point to watch you on the news. The way you talked on the television is how you talked with him that night. Personable, comfortable, familiar. You might not be talking to him directly, but it warms his heart and staves off the icy chill of loneliness.

He went out of his way to find you during other important, publicized events. Most likely, you probably thought it was a coincidence that you kept finding yourself in his company. You most likely thought him as just an acquaintance, nothing more… But, oh, you meant so much to him.

And, oh, when you talked about Batman? Knowing that it was him you were talking about (even if you had no idea)... He'd be lying if it didn't make him a bit flustered. Your praises, the way you saw him as an inspiration, hoping after every mission that he was alright… And when you look into the camera and say to him, to Batman, through the screen, that you wish him a nice night and to be safe…?

God. He was smitten. And, really, that was his biggest mistake.

Feelings just made things complicated. He had learned that a long time ago. That everything he touched and loved was inevitably destroyed. It's why he works alone more often than not. He doesn't want someone getting hurt because of him ever again. Bruce has enemies, and Batman has even more. 

Even if he had tried to reach out to you as Bruce, as himself, who's to say you would have wanted to be with him? Why would someone like you want Bruce Wayne - someone who most of Gotham portrayed as an immature playboy who never got over the death of his parents. While the second part wasn't exactly wrong, the whole playboy thing was just a diversion. But, how in the hell was he supposed to explain that?

It was easier to just let you go. You'd be happier, and more importantly, safer without his presence in your life.

So, he satiated himself on watching you, protecting you from the shadows, and kept himself sane by rewatching footage of you he's stashed within your home and around your apartment building. If he adored you from afar, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

… But now, he's wishing he had just taken the chance. He had been good, had left you alone.

And he watched as the helicopter you were in was shot down. Watched as the recording cut off. Heard as you screamed at the top of your lungs. He replayed what he had seen over and over in his mind, losing himself. Bruce had gone so tense in disbelief and grief and rage that by the time Alfred had brought him back to reality, his nails had dug into the armrest of his loveseat.

He had insisted to himself later that night that  investigating the scene of the crime wasn't fueled by personal connection or any feelings he may have. It was Batman's job. And if he ignores all the other bodies in favor of one that is presumed to be yours, it's just because he notices something different about it from the other's, that's all.

The body was decomposed far beyond that of the others, and had been exposed to the elements longer than the others. And to add onto that, the DNA sample Bruce had collected was matched with a body that had been gone missing from Gotham General.

Bruce's heart fluttered with hope and relief. You were alive, you had to be. But, just as quickly, realization crashed into him. If you were alive, it's only because Joker wanted you to be.

... What was he doing to you?

---

You stared down at the meal the Clown Prince of Crime had prepared for you - well, if you could call heating up a frozen dinner "preparing". It's not like you were exactly in a place to complain, though, considering the predicament you were stuck in.

Counting the time you had spent unconscious and Joker getting you situated and up to speed, it was most likely a few hours since the incident. You were feeling rather hungry… But, in spite of all of The Joker's lovey-dovey talk, you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to not serve you poisoned food. Even worse, however, was that you were still tied up - meaning the clown had to feed you, and you were even more unsure that he wouldn't kill you if you refused to eat.

In spite of the circumstances, and the dingy place you were trapped in, it wasn't exactly the worst. Hell, Joker had even lit up some candles for some mood lighting. Not exactly the worst "date", you had been on, sadly enough.

"Ready for some grub?" The Joker lurched into view, straightening his tie as he shot you a grin. "You must have worked up quite an appetite by now, considering all the excitement!"

You smiled in return, hoping it didn't look too strained as you nodded. You watched as he got his utensils ready, cutting up some of the food into smaller bites. You kept especially close attention on the hand holding a knife - though, it wasn't like you had any way to flee if he had decided to turn it on you.

The Joker stabbed at the food with a fork, setting down the knife, as he moved to raise your meal to your lips, while you attempted not to turn your head away. The fork approached closer and closer, and you tried to rid your mind of awful thoughts, like an eye being ripped out of its socket, implanted on the fork's tongues. But, then, The Joker suddenly stopped.

"Oh, silly me! I almost forgot," The Clown Prince set down the utensils, digging into the inside of his suit. With a flourish, he unveiled a bright, colorful, and clearly plastic flower, holding it out to you. "A present for you, m'dear! Go on, take a whiff."

You shook in your seat. Oh, God. You knew exactly where this was going. He had played you this whole time, like predators played with their food. He had made you think he had developed this obsession with you and managed to lull you into a false sense of security. And just when you were sure you were going to make it out of this situation alive, he planned to hit you with his trademark laughing gas and watch as you died.

You held back tears, shivering with fear and despair. And The Joker looked so happy, so encouraging. You were going to die. You had hit the end of the road.

You leaned forward, taking a breath through your nose-

And jumped, letting out a scream as the ceiling caved in, a dark figure crashing through. You whipped your head to face it- and winced as a small stream of water hit your cheek. Blinking once, twice, three times, you slowly turned to the clown and the trick flower in his hand.

Oh. So, it was just a regular trick flower. Not a deadly one. Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure. Great.

Groaning softly, your whole body went limp. You hung your head, shaking it slowly. Whatever. Whatever happened next, you didn't care. You were too exhausted.

"Aw, c'mon, Bats! Don'tcha know it's rude to upstage someone's act?" Joker asked. "Besides, you weren't invited to our little date night..."

...Batman?

From your periphery, you could see it. See him. 

Oh, thank God. Thank fucking God. You were saved! Batman was going to save you!

All the tiredness seemed to instantly fade as you were overwhelmed with adrenaline and relief. You were saved. You were saved. Batman was going to save you. Batman was going to protect you and make sure you were all right. You didn't have to worry or be scared anymore. Batman would do all of the worrying for you.

"You broke out of Arkham, killed innocent people, and kidnapped the sole survivor after almost killing them, as well," Batman seethed, his voice a growl. "You're going back to Arkham, and I'll be taking them with me, where they'll be safe."

"Hey! First off, the whole helicopter thing wasn't me, it was one of my boys. Well… To be fair, I had intended on killing them when we downed the thing, but eh, two birds with one stone, I suppose. I wouldn't even have been mad about it, if my darling reporter here hadn't almost been hurt in the crash," The Joker moved behind you, making you seize up as he grasped your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "And really, Bats, if this is some kind of jealousy thing, you could always just ask to share."

"You're insane." Batman spat.

"Babes, you really need to get some better material," The Clown tutted. "And I was being honest! I'm actually trying to communicate here," You were suddenly spun around, locking eyes with your hero. You shuddered as the Joker nuzzled you from behind, unable to stop your face from heating up. "What do you think, darling? How's about a three-way date with me and the big bad Bat?"

"I… I-I-" You stuttered, unable to get a coherent thought put as you burned with embarrassment.

Could anyone blame you for having a little  crush on Batman? You'd bet a good majority of Gothamites felt the same toward their dear Dark Knight. Hell, you'd even bet that some of the Rogues that the Caped Crusader went up against had feelings for him. It was pretty obvious the Joker did, at least.

And the Joker… He was a monster. A criminal. But, the time you've spent with him… Well, you could better understand how Dr. Quinnzel fell for the man. Despite your knowledge of the horrible crimes he committed, the way he treated you so kindly, it was hard to not get flustered, to not feel special. It was hard to ignore his humor, his affection for you, his pet names, his sweet gestures- no, no. This- this was ridiculous. You had to stop. You weren't thinking straight.

"Get your hands off of them!" The Bat spat.

"But I don't wanna!" Joker let out an exaggerated whine, before descending into giggles. Painted lips brushed against your neck. "Besides, I don't think they want me to…"

You felt hypersensitive, the brush of the Clown's lips drawing a whine from your throat.

Your eyes shot open wide as a pained scream ripped from Joker. You turned as best you could, watching the man stumble back, clutching his hand - a batarang sticking piercing through it, blood bubbling up from the wound and dripping to the floor.

The Joker hissed, bristling with rage. "Bats, why you-!"

In an instant, Batman shot put his batclaw, the claw digging into The Joker's suit, before retracting. The Joker stumbled as he rocketed forward, his face immediately colliding with Batman's fist. Before he could fall back, the Dark Knight caught him by the throat and squeezed. The Clown wheeled and coughed in shock at the closing of his windpipe and his desperation to breathe. The Bat slowly lifted another fist - and hit the other man so hard that even you winced. You watched as Joker fell onto his back with a low groan. The Batman stood above him, glowering and breathing heavily as he looked down on his nemesis.

"Batsy, babe… Ya know I love it when you play rough, but Jesus, warn a guy first, will ya?" The Joker laughed wearily, seemingly in a daze. 

Sneering, Batman grabbed his nemesis by his coat, tossing him aside onto his stomach. His foot came down to stomp onto his arm, making the other man whimper, and the Bat reached down to rip the batarang free from his hand, and in turn, ripping a scream from Joker's throat. Pulling out a pair of batcuffs, the Caped Crusader roughly restrained the man's arms, before lifting him to his feet.

"Careful with the merchandise…" The Joker grumbled.

With a second pair of cuffs, the Bat attached one of the cuffs to the Joker's ankle, the Clown laughing as he attempted to kick at the Bat to heed his progress, and then the other to a metal support pillar protruding from the floor.

And then, in the next instant, Batman was at your side, diligently working to free you from the shackles that bound you. As the restraints loosened, you took in a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. You tried to stand, only for your legs to give out from under you - you had spent so long in that position that your legs had fallen asleep - but it was okay. Batman caught you. He caught you and he held you and pulled you into a hug. A gloved hand petted your hair soothingly.

"It's okay. You're safe, you're okay," The Bat rumbled. "I've got you."

This. This was what you loved most about The Batman. As much as he was revered for the fear he struck into the heart of evil, how he acted as a phantom in the night, fighting back against the criminals that roamed Gotham in the night… What you loved most was what came after. Your interviews with survivors of criminal attacks are what made you grow a fondness for the Dark Knight. How comforting they said he was. How he reassured them, made them feel safe. When he was there, they knew everything was okay. They knew they were safe. That everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

And you melted into his hold.

He continued to murmur reassurances as he began to massage your legs until the static feeling went away and you found the strength to stand - and even then, he let you lean against him as you walked out into the night together.

"You'll pay for this, Bats," The Joker spat, expression dark… Until he locked eyes with you, and his visage softened. "How about same time next week, love?"

Before you could think of responding, Batman pulled out of the building and far, far away from the madman within.

---

Bruce had to fight to keep his driving steady. His body was flooded with adrenaline and his heart rabitted a mile a minute. His entire being felt electric.

He had touched you, held you. And you held him back, reassured and calmed by him. It was everything he had dreamed of. You had leaned against for support and let him help you climb into the batmobile.

He had managed to track The Joker down to one of his usual hideouts that he and Harley stayed at - an old, abandoned amusement park that had been sold to him. Well, would have been sold to him, if he hadn't killed the owner of the property before they could seal the deal.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. You, resting your head against the window, eyes shut as you tried to get some rest after everything you had been through. You could rest for as long as you liked. He was here now. Bruce would keep you safe.

Bruce took his usual shortcut into the batcave, driving into a cave opening just outside the manor, and you lifted your head, startled by the sudden turn and shift in light behind your eyes.

"Batman, where are we?"

Home.

You gasped as restraints wrapped over your ligaments, tying you down to the seat.

Bruce knew this was wrong. But, after such a long career as the Batman, he had learned that he often had to do the wrong thing in order to get the right outcome. He really wished there was any other way… But, you had a target on your head now. You'd be safe with him. He'd keep you deep within the batcave and visit you often. 

You sputtered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief and… Betrayal. Bruce hated the thought of you looking at him like that. He leaned over, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt you shiver under his touch.

He'd get you settled and comfortable. He'd reveal his true self to you at some point, but that was for later. You had been through enough for one night.

"You're safe now." Bruce lied promised. "I've got you."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Could you do an edward nashton x m!reader fic where the reader is trying to figure out who the riddler is (maybe they do IT or somethin & they found rataalada) and ed realizes how close he is to finding him out? This is my first request sorry if it's worded poorly ahfvlwaiy

Edward Nashton x Male reader

Headcanons

No worries, I think it’s a great request, I just hope I wrote something you enjoy ^^

I went kind of off base, as I really liked this idea and it kinda just took a life of its own, so I hope that’s okay haha. Reader has kind of become an unwilling acomplice.

 Its not as romantic in this one, but I’d be willing to write a part 2 if anybody is interested. It might have slightly darker themes though if I did lol.

-          It happens one day when you’re at your job that you hate, as a lowly IT-worker at a large company that isn’t known for treating its workers well.

-          You’re just scrolling through the internet, and at some point, stumble across a few small social media accounts talking about a website. Normally you would just move on, but what keeps your interest is that they’re all talking in riddles. Some of them are really bad, but it piques your interest.

-          Seeing as your boss never checks on you other than to yell at you, you click the link and end up on a fully black website with a bright green question mark and timer, telling you when the next stream is. Its first that evening, so you shrug, save the link on your personal phone, and continue surfing the web the rest of the workday.

-          That night you’ve almost forgot everything about the weird website you found earlier, as you stumbled into many of the same kind.

-          It’s when you’re sitting on your couch, shoveling dinner into your mouth when you remember. When you check the website, it looks like you joined right in the middle of whatever stream is happening.

-          It really just looks like a weirdo, probably roleplaying a villain for money donations or alike, something you have seen before. Since you’re bored you stick around and leave a few comments under a randomly generated username. Seeing as there are very few people there as the main streamer only has around 300 followers, you get to interact with the guy.

-          He’s super weird, you conclude. And maybe a little too into the role of supervillain/stalker mastermind

-          You keep checking in on the streams as the weeks go, and as time goes you realize maybe this guy actually means it.  He knows a little too much, his plans are a little too detailed. But you’ve lived in Gotham your entire life, so you aren’t completely put off.

-          You’ve become kind of a constant in the Riddler’s streams when you aren’t at work, and you end up playing along with the whole villain thing, since you too dislike the people in charge, but who doesn’t. At times it’s just the two of you and the conversation goes from wanting the people in charge dead, to your everyday life.

-          You learn stuff about the Riddler, and he learns stuff about you. Its never really enough to truly know who the other is, but it builds some kind of friendship between you.

-          Its when the mayor dies that it finally clicks that you might have gotten involved with something you shouldn’t. You see it on the news as you’re choking down a protein bar of some sort, as your boss ordered you to work overtime. The talk of the Riddler makes blood drain from your face, as crumbs fall onto your desk as your jaw drops.

-          You abandon your work to check the website, and see its locked behind a code. Of course, you know the code, as the Riddler gave it to you the other night

-          You sit in horror as what you believed was some weirdo cosplayer talks proudly about what he did. He must have seen your username pop up cuz he greets you personally. You can’t think straight as the little food you just ate seems to want to come right back up.

-          At some point you find yourself throwing up the meager contents in your stomach in the little trash bin by your desk.

-          For some reason you end up watching his stream, and interacting with him like always. But it must be obvious you aren’t your full self, as other common viewers end up asking if you’re alright. You come up with an excuse of having been forced to work extra.

-          You don’t know what to do when the stream ends and the Riddler tells you and every viewer that what he did was only the first.

-          You can’t call the police you decide, as Gotham police can’t be trusted and since you are pretty much an accomplice in what happened, and you don’t think they’ll take you roleplaying as a good alibi.

  -          You have to do it yourself you decide, and end up using your meager hacking skills to look deeper into the website.

-          You find pictures and screenshots of the higher classes people in Gotham, and an almost creepy amount of the Wayne family.

-          Pulling out your phone, you take pictures of your screen, not wanting to give any clue that you’re collecting proof. What are you gonna do with it? You’re not sure, maybe print it and mail it anonymously to the police, was it possible to contact Batman in some way?

-          It’s when you’re scrolling through the many pictures, trying to burn them into your memory when a chatbox pops up in the corner, it makes your heart jump into your throat when you see the Riddler’s username.

-          “You finally went deeper (username), I thought I was gonna do all the planning myself but now we can really work together”

-          Oh god, what have you gotten into.

[galos-writing]

Age gap headcanons for Artie? Maybe he has a crush on someone in their 20s? How would he feel about a relationship?

Hi! I have to admit I had particularly fun in writing your request, yk haha...and I admit, I made it angsty a liiil bit-

I hope you will like it ^^

• For his social status, Arthur has always felt lonely. His colleagues have created groups among each other, hanging out off their work shifts and excluding the skinny man. The three places he usually goes to are his workplace, the studio of his therapist and his house with his mother Penny. Life doesn't give him any surprise at all.

• Or that's what he thought.

• The truth is that he always looks down in public, already knowing that nothing new is about to happen. But he's wrong.

• He would meet you in a train, you would be with your group of friends who were joyfully chitchatting and teasing each other, someone complaining for the lessons hours you all would be about to attend, on talking about your shy friend's new crush.

• Your soft voice would have caught Arthur's attention, looking for you among all the tired faces inside that wagon, finally a sunlight beam in such a grey and sad day as usual. For some reason he had never heard you, how was that possible?

• When he would have managed to find you, he would remain totally amazed. You are so stunning and shiny that he would genuinely doubt you're from the dark, gloomy, shitty Gotham City. You were glowing of your own light to him.

• Indeed, the direction where the train was going wasn't the usual, they all would have moving towards the next town, where an academy was. Here's why he met you! Oh, how he would have blessed that day when he took the wrong train!

• From that day on, Arthur would take more that train, just to see you the most possible; his mother would start to get worried, her son would be out more than usual, and he would be spending more money for trains.

• His constant watching you would make him start to fantasize about you, asking you out, accompany you to school, kissing you and helping you the best he could with study. But a terrible obstacle would always roughly stop his dreams: if you're at school, you must be way younger than him! This fear would hold him still, just making him look at you. But, oh, how much he wants - no, craves - for his fantasies to be true.

• After whole weeks of just staring at you inside the train, your friends would warn you that a man was insistently stalking you, of course you would be scared of him, since you would never suspect someone to do that at you, you didn't want that kind of attentions, you just wanted to go to school...

• The fear would make you stop taking the train, your mom would take you to school by car. But your friends would tell you that Arthur, your stalker, was still showing up, looking very sad.

• Soon Arthur would become the protagonist of your chats with your friends, since they would see him very sad since the day you decided to avoid the train. But it's not a normal sadness of a creepy stalker not finding their prey but keeping living his day normally; Arthur would fall into numbness and depression even more at not seeing you cheering his day, his life, up again. He would be, quote of your friends, 'hopelessly in love with you.'.

• You would ignore, and soon forget about this story. Finally, you can live your life peacefully.

• Until the day your mom would tell you she couldn't pick you up for school, so you would be forced to take the train again. What a disgrace, meeting your stalker again.

The bell of your school rang to announce the end of lessons, you lazily packed your things and left; your friends wanted to cheer you up and distract you from the thought of your stalker waiting for you in the train, with famished eyes and malice in his soul, eager to do unspeakable things to you.

The only thought made you shiver; however, you didn't know how this threat was made, you didn't actually see Arthur's face...yet.

You finally entered the train, hesitating a bit at first, but your friends convinced you to be brave, also roughly pushing you inside insistently, you groaned in protest as if you were entering the cage of a lion.

"Come on, it won't be so bad." Gabriel encouraged you, lifting his glasses up his freckled nose.

"Yup, if that sicko tries anything to you, we all will kick his ass!" Freddy added with anger, cracking his knuckles. you giggled and caressed your friend's shoulder to calm him down.

"Thank you, Freddy, but I need to face the stalker myself. I will be okay, I promise." you reassured him witha smile, hiding your worry.

That day the train wasn't too crowded. Actually, it was almost empty, excluding you and your friends, then was just an old married couple, some businessmen and a lonely man sat in the last seat in the corner of the wagon. He seemed ...gloomy, too much, his arms tightly wrapped around himself and his yellow dirty hoodie covering his lightly long and curly dark hair.

Martha elbowed you after having noticed that man as well.

"It's him...!" she whispered, you gulped as you realized that the man threatening you for weeks, that man with no face, was right in front of you, looking sad, helpless. It couldn't be.

Arthur saw you with the corner of his eyes, he avoided looking straight at you, after having heard your friends whispering about how creepy he looked, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable again.

"Are you sure?" you asked Martha in a whisper, as you saw Arthur blush a bit under your intense, inquisitive gaze. Martha nodded.

"I swear to Freddy's mom, it's him." she replied, gaining a push from the boy. You looked at Arthur almost softened, and decided to ignore your friends' warnings, so you approached the man, hiding your fear, or rather, fighting it.

Arthur gulped again, turning pale but acting totally neutral, ready for a scold from you, or a slap. He closed, then squeezed his eyes the more you were close.

He was taken aback by your total calm, as you sat next to him, and reached your hand out to shake his. His big eyes managed to look at you, finding an awkward smile on your face, your other hand scratching the nape of your neck.

"K-Kinda rude spying on me without introducing yourself, huh?" you joked, letting out a giggle, a little smile started forming on his scarred lips. He blushed even more at your next question:

"I'm Y/N. What about you?"

Arthur finally took your hand, enjoying the softness and the warmth of your skin.

"Arthur. I'm Arthur."

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Hiii, could I have some yandere Two-Face from the Arkham Games? (Or just anything with him, doesn't have to be a yandere) There's just not enough content of him and it pains me dearly.

If you'd like a prompt, maybe reader travels a lot professionally (I would love it if she was a pro wrestler, but no pressure on this!) and her manager made sure she didn't know what happened to Harvey and once she comes back to Gotham, suddenly she finds out that her fiance is a criminal? Maybe he could kidnap her and only then show himself? I don't know, I have a lot of potential prompts, but I'm so starved for this man I'll go with anything you make. Thanks in advance!

hi!! i am also starved for two-face content, so i'm happy to help fill the void <3 i hope this was good, i was a little nervous about it!

Yandere!Arkhamverse!Two-Face Headcanons

these boys are a lot to handle on a normal day, so as yanderes, we're just going to dial everything up to, like, 100.

let's start with two-face. this man's possessive, obsessive to a dangerous extent, and not at all above manipulation. you're staying with them whether you like it or not, and that's just the way things are. if he had it his way, they'd have kidnapped you right at the beginning.

but harvey's a little more of a look-before-you-leap sort of guy, a stalker. but he can be just as bad as two-face- just not right off the bat. he wants to play the waiting game.

now, two-face doesn't like this, of course, but harvey convinces him that it's a good idea. you'll be more susceptible to their influence if you have no other ties to the outside world.

so they'll be following you around, determined to know you better than anyone else. and so help either of them, if someone's rude to you, they'll know, and that person's good as dead.

harvey's less obvious about it than two-face, and would probably opt to draw out their death somewhere private instead of just killing whoever's rude to you right in front of you. harvey cares, to some degree, about your emotional well-being. two-face? you can pretty much scrap that right now. you're his, theirs, and who cares if you don't want them back?

but actually, at first, these two thought you were sort of... boring. but something just tugged at them, said just wait, it gets better. and you delivered- you were exactly what they had been looking for.

they'd been seeing gotham city as a rotten, infested cesspool for so long, believed that there wasn't a damned good thing to be found there. and then you showed up, and well- it would be a mistake, to say the least, to let this city and its people taint you.

but what the two of them share is their obsession with you, and their determination to keep you safe. even if it comes at the expense of your happiness.

so one by one, the friends they don't approve of (which is practically every one of them) are gonna start dropping out of your life. sometimes they'll ghost you, other times they'll tell you that you can't be friends anymore with strangely terrified expressions on their faces. and anybody new that you meet will disappear just as quickly.

and you'll hardly see anyone outside of work, either, and even there, everyone will avoid you like you've got the plague. you don't go anywhere now without them watching your every move, and you'll wake up one morning and realize you're utterly alone. they don't want anything in your life that isn't them.

and depending on who's in charge at the time, you could either be getting some rather grisly presents dropped on your doorstep (the body parts of those who have wronged you, namely), or some really creepy love notes around your house.

and so, inevitably, you will get kidnapped. i mean, come on, we all saw this coming. in order to keep you safe and pure, to make sure you're only experiencing what they want you to, they're going to have to whisk you away somewhere.

good luck to you after that, because they're done waiting, and they'll have their way with you now that there's nothing and no one left to stop them.